"How is everything going?" Daniel asked as soon as Elara entered the lavish room.
"You mean my revenge plan?" Elara asked.
She walked straight to where the man was sitting on the sofa, his body leaning back and relaxed. She was about to sit beside him when the man held her hand and pulled her to sit between his legs.
Heat crept up Elara's cheeks since they still had some audience.
Daniel smirked at her expression and then looked at his people, who bowed and left promptly.
"I mean your preparation for our marriage," Daniel whispered in her ear, wrapping his hands around her torso from behind.
"It's going well," she nodded.
"Nervous?" He asked.
"Should I be?" She asked with amusement.
The man's lips twitched before he hummed vaguely.
"You should be. By marrying me, you'll give me official rights to ruin you in bed, pleasure until you are unable to move, and your throat is sore from screaming my name until you remember nothing but me," Daniel cooed in her ears.
